A Good Reason to Not Answer the Door

If all politics is local, it doesn’t get much more local than the ongoing controversy surrounding the city’s plan to expand their vehicle maintenance facility located on 39th Avenue, just east of 6th Street. Back in May I was encouraged to attend a meeting of the city commission in which they would hear presentations from the various departments involved in the proposed expansion. The public was also invited to make statements, and it was clear that most of the Stephen Foster residents in attendance were vehemently opposed to the expansion.

As I listened to the city’s presentation, looked at the plans and saw the photographs of the existing facility, and the renderings of what the expanded facility would look like, and how it would effect the surroundings, I couldn’t quite understand what the fuss was all about. What was clear from the proposal was that:

  • The footprint of the facility would be no larger than before
  • There would be a considerable amount of planting of trees
  • The noise levels would be no louder than before
  • The traffic would not be an issue on any of the neighborhood streets

Answering the door moments ago I was asked by a middle-aged woman to sign a petition to oppose the expansion in a second round of hearings. I politely explained to the woman that I had been to the initial hearing, had seen the city’s presentation, listened to the engineers and architects and the city’s arborist, and I couldn’t see a legitimate reason to oppose the expansion of the vehicle maintenance facility. Moreover, I said, the city needs a place to service its vehicles, and that facility has already been there for a long time. It isn’t like people bought their houses there not knowing what they were getting into. Furthermore, the expansion plans, in my opinion, seemed more like an improvement than anything else.

“Do you own this house?” asked the woman. I told her I did. “Do you know that when they do appraisals that they look at the values of the surrounding neighborhood?” I told her I wasn’t worried about that happening. First of all, I doubt that the city’s plans would hurt anyone’s property values, and, second, it isn’t close enough to me anyway.

But that isn’t my real point. You see, there are a lot worse things to live near than a city-owned property where pick-up trucks get serviced, and the public never goes. I used to live across the street from a place that installed booming bass car stereos. Other people look out at stores or parking lots or freeways. If people really wanted to make a difference, and increase the property values in the Stephen Foster Neighborhood, they’d do something about the abandoned houses, and the overgrown lots with rusty shopping carts, and not gripe about what, to an unbiased eye, would appear to be an improvement of city property.  I could see if these people lived next to a lovely park, and then, suddenly, the city proposed a new service garage.  But that isn’t what’s happening here.

So, when I told the lady I supported her grassroots activism, but opposed her cause, she became pretty testy, and was suddenly in a hurry to go “convince other people”, as she said. I have a pretty good feeling that the lady that was at my door was the same one who wrote this letter to the Independent Florida Alligator. Sorry I upset you, but I think your passion is misplaced.

Drain Pro Rules!

Drain Pro Rules!This house of ours is fine in most respects.  We have no leaks, no substantial electrical problems, our A/C works, and so on.  But once in a while a drain gets a fierce clog.  The ones in the bathroom sink are easy to fix.  The ones in the tub and in the kitchen are much worse.  We’ve had one of the former for at least a month now, and I my efforts at combating it were largely unsuccessful, until I got Drain Pro. 

Its pure chemical goodness destroys all clogs with ease.  I would have used it sooner, but the only place I know that carries it, Wal-Mart, didn’t have any.  Wal-Mart is not a place I like to shop for a variety of reasons, and I prefer to avoid chemicals if I can, but I couldn’t get to this clog with my tools, and nobody else has Drain Pro, so to Wal-Mart I went.

After pouring just 1/4 of a bottle down the drain in the tub, the clog was clear, and so was my mind, since standing in water while I shower had become a headache to me.  Huzzah, Drain Pro!

We Park in Our Driveway

New Driveway After a tremendous amount of strenuous physical labor, I finally finished spreading out the mulch that is our new driveway. It arrived in a big pile, left by the city for free by request. Over several days I used a rake and a tarp to drag heaps down the yard, and spread it out. It was baking hot inside the pile, and full of dust and spores and who knows what, which made breathing unpleasant. But now it’s our driveway, and it sure beats parking on wet sand.

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